Outside the door, the elf princess, Eve, stood under the eaves, staring blankly at the sky beyond the courtyard walls. Dark clouds were gathering; a storm was brewing.
Ever since she made her vow to the god, becoming that man's slave, her heart had already died.
Now, only an empty shell was left.
For elves, once the heart is dead, the individual won't live long.
What's supporting her now is her concern for the Mother Tree of the elves.
She wanted to know if the Mother Tree could be revived.
Sshe didn't care about what that man was doing or what he wanted to do.
The moment she made the vow, she had already made all psychological preparations.
Suddenly, a strange aura emanated from inside the house.
Eve jolted, turning her head sharply towards the house. Her previously blank face turned into shock.
The power of the Goddess?
How could that be possible?
She clearly felt that from that man inside the house, there was a fluctuation of the Goddess's power.
